It's not where I belong Windows in rooms that I'm passin' through Little boy, six years old A little too used to bein' alone Another new mom and dad, another school Another house that'll never be home When people ask him how he likes this place He looks

You gotta know, I'm feeling love Made of gold, I never loved her Another one, another you It's gotta be love, I said it It's gotta be love I said it A physical kiss is nothing without it And you close your eyes to see what it's done The body that lies is

There’s no way that it’s not going there With the way that we’re looking at each other We just dance backwards into each other Trying to keep our feelings secretly covered Every second with you I want another But maybe we can hold off one sec So we can

I, I love you like a love song, baby And I keep it in re-pe-pe-peat It's been said and done Every beautiful thought's been already sung And I guess right now here's another one So your melody will play on and on, with the best of 'em You are beautiful,

Will you and your friend come around Or are you and your friend gonna get on down Are you and your friend gonna get on down Or are you and your friend gonna let me down If you talk to one another I'm a hungry man Let me know one way or the other So I can

Put it down on me Shawty you a dime why you looking lonely I love the way you grind that booty on me We'll buy another round and it's all on me As long as I'm around put it down on me Just put it down on me Down down on me Don't throw it off the mound

Another bride, another June Another sunny honeymoon Another season, another reason For makin' whoopee A lot of shoes, a lot of rice The groom is nervous, he answers twice Its really killin' That he's so willin' to make whoopee Now picture a little love

Too paid to freestyle. He's looking good Where's my coffee? Good morning doctor carter (hey sweetie) Looks like its going to be a long day. (another one what we got?) Your first patient (yeah) Is suffering from a lack of concept (uh-huh) Originality (ugh)

Now it’s five o’clock, on the phone again Call the doc, I must be sick Better get me my medicine I think I might need another prescription Think I might need another prescription And it just goes on and on and on On and on and on Yeah call the doc, I

Another bride, another June Another sunny honeymoon Another season, another reason For makin' whoopee A lot of shoes, a lot of rice The groom is nervous, he answers twice Its really killin' that he's so willin' To make whoopee Picture a little love nest